River, due to an absence in fighting, had leaned up against the van, her hand gripping her pistol with white knuckles as she fell into her thoughts. Lachlan, Finlay, Camilla, Ash, Wolfram, Toby, Brisa, Jessi, Taylor, Indigo, Lily, and Alice are all safe. But now Jenna's dead, Toby and Jessi don't have a mom and Rex doesn't have a wife. He doesn't even know yet, oblivious to the fact that everything's fallen apart. And how am I supposed to tell Emily that her only daughter is dead? Or Gage and Zen that two of their best-friends are gone, that I've dragged their children around a destroyed city for the last four days in order to save them from a psycho killer?
She blinked. Zen. He was coming home. And we weren't there, just... Broken glass and blood. He probably thinks me and they boys are dead. And when we find him, what's he going to think of me now? Back to killing and putting our sons in danger? Letting Sherri, Connor, Jenna, Tayn, and Thomas die? He left the city with all of us fine, but he's coming back to a fragment of what we was. Me, the boys, Camilla, and Alice and a couple of our friends' kids. Great job River, great job.
She shook her head, her mind wandering to her friends. Who's still in the city? Mikki's here, Ash is here, Rex is across country so he's fine, Crow's here, Jenna and Connor are gone, Misty... Was here. Hopefully she's hiding with Del and Zi somewhere, smarter mom than me. Sammy, Gage, and Zen may still in the city though... Who know's if they're alive or not...
Her hand felt empty suddenly, instead of feeling a gun, she felt something else... Dust? Her eyes shot down to her hand and was met with the sight of it covered in a rustic colored soot. Her face morphed into a confused mask, unsure why her pistol rusted so much that it turned to dust, until it dawned on her. It was metal. The poison destroyed metal. She sighed. Probably good it's gone, anyway. Too many bad memories of how I got it, and how I used it. But except now I don't have a weapon... Great.
Lachlan watched his mom's face contort in emotional agony and was beginning to approach her when he saw her gun turn rustic, then slowly crumble away in her clenched fist. He stopped mid-stride, bring up his hand to inspect his knife, the handy down from Myrick, to River, and now him. It's blade seems fine... Wait. It was slowly turning a red-brown, shrinking in size until it finally crumbled away in his hand, leaving simply a bone handle.
He whirled around, taking a good look at all the surrounding guns and knives, watching them all meet the same fate.
"Uh... Guys? We're weaponless."